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Thursday, 10 November 2016

An evening I spend,memories sink whenin arms of scarlet mists,lamps that brighten it!O' Lady of the horizon,quietly you followmy steps of leisure,will you not appearin my stroll to visitsome castles of luxury?Bravery confrontsunbound imagination!Oh! Just remind me notof my prowess of thoughts!I can play with numbersas if in God's whitish slumbers-the particles disposeas my dreams speak ofpatterns that lay hiddenin natural veils untouched!The symbols disturb me not-only the arts do play a lot.The winter is a lullabylazy dreams it brings like numbers graduallyconquering minds of reality!Where are my sketches?Only if I could re-evaluate!The clouds have shadows too:visitors of sincere Spring!And why shall I not leave behinda pair of breaths when I leave-one for the next meand one as a memoir!

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I, The Moustached Poet

I teach at School of Electronics, KIIT University, Odisha, India and work for pleasure as the Editor of Guwahatian- an e-magazine from Guwahati. 'The Moustached Poet' is also a book collection of my 50 poems published by Partridge India and launched worldwide online in over 20+ stores during December, 2014 - January, 2015.
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